believing its real
the wind and the shadows
those fugacious fugitives
wander the edge

nightfall they alight
they shimmer and sing
daylight begins to bursts
their buzzing buries me

perched upon my shoulder
the outside world disembarks
held by invisible strings
slowly spinning, just enough

napowrimo day 25. skimming the top today. it’s a good day.


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